Dyon’s master’s frown deepened. ‘He’s somehow used an energy manipulation technique of the solidification path unconsciously… His fire will comprehension is also climbing, it’s already climbed to a 2nd level intent level…’
Although Dyon was practicing energy manipulation techniques of the solidification path, none of them were so great that they could make such a large pillar of fire seem more like stone than the light it was meant to be.
‘Is his soul really so amazing that it can make up for his weakness everywhere else?’ Esmeralda couldn’t help but feel like she was watching a legend unfold.
His whole life up until now, Dyon hadn’t thought he had an affinity for anything. It was to the point where he relied on his master’s and his martial uncle’s blood essence to gain particular affinities. But, who would have known that his own manifestations trumped this many times over.
With just a thought, Dyon’s black flames, flames he had ignored for so long, shattered the intent barrier of comprehension, climbed past the one with mind realm, and steadily entered the one with heart realm without showing any signs of slowing.
This wasn’t a simple matter of paths. Dyon’s much weaker red flames followed the sovereign path as well. However, not every path, even when carrying the same title, followed the same exact methods. There were innumerable kinds of rulers and sovereigns in this world. You could be cruel, kind, benevolent or unruly. Still, you would be a ruler.
Dyon’s red flames had no real substance. They wanted to follow the sovereign path, but didn’t have the strength or direction to do so. However, Dyon’s black flame was a tyrant, filled with rage and fury, wanting to burn the whole world down and into the ground.
Flames were special. Without warmth, life wouldn’t exist at all. In fact, the so-called heat death many were worried about would result in a complete lack of heat. Without heat and energy, the universe and cosmos as everyone knew it would die.
This was why, even as an elemental will, fire reserved a special place in the heart of the heavens, along with lightning. On the surface, these two elemental wills were just as forgettable as the others, however, the truth was that they rose above the rest in a very special way.
Prince Belmont wanted Madeleine for her flames, the Flame Rebirth Sect wanted Madeleine for her flames, even the Golden Crow Sect wanted Madeleine for her flames.
Why isn’t it that wind cultivators want Clara for her wind? Or why isn’t it that ice cultivators want Ri for her ice?
Cultivating flames was different and so was its comprehension. Path mattered much less than affinity. Without the proper lineage, cultivating flames was foolish. But, should you have the correct lineage… Fire will could very well be as powerful as any supreme law in existence.
However, Dyon was on the verge of losing his mind. His roar had become layered and hellish. It was almost as though he was a beast crawling up from its abyssal imprisonment instead of the human being that he was.
‘One with body…’ Dyon’s master panicked slightly, sending Clara into the tower as quickly as she could. She was just a spirit, she couldn’t continue to protect against this level of heat.
At that moment, Dyon’s body no longer burned due to his own flames. However, the golden dragon beneath his feet burst into nothingness.
‘One with soul… How far will it go? It can’t be that it will grow to match his soul? Will it?’
A shocking thought overwhelmed the White Mother’s mind. Dyon black flames were his own, but they were birthed from his manifestation. If it followed the normal trend, it wouldn’t stop until…
‘Until it reached One with Dao…’ Esmeralda paled. ‘I can’t allow him to increase so far so quickly. He’ll lose his mind!’
If Dyon’s unique flame was amiable and calm in nature, this wouldn’t be a problem at all. Although his body would be strained by using such a high level will, it wouldn’t be beyond the realm of possibility since he had a celestial body. But, the issue was that it wasn’t!
Esmeralda could tell that this flame wanted nothing more than to obliterate the world. If it continued like this, there would be no coming back.
The second tier caught flames, spreading out in every direction and recreating a hell on earth. The hundreds to thousands of miles that once made up this tier was suddenly overwhelmed by an oppressive and savage heat.
‘Dyon! Dyon!’ Esmeralda called, sending waves of soul energy through Dyon’s Mind’s Eye, hoping to wake him up.
However, the moment the small baby sensed danger within its domain, it rolled in its sleep, gurgling slightly as it sucked it thumb. In an instant, all 11 remaining spirits couldn’t move. It was as though they had met their worst nightmares but could only be petrified in place.
Esmeralda trembled. ‘If I had known this would happen, I would have never awakened this half of him.’
Maybe if Evangeline had been there to speak her mind, she too would have felt a heavy guilt overwhelm her. She had travelled through space and time to awaken Dyon’s soul and wills ahead of time… But, what if things weren’t meant to be this way?…
By awakening Dyon’s manifestation more than 900 years ahead of time, Dyon had much less time to mature… His mentality was still that of a young man…
In the future, when this occurred, he would be able to rein himself in long before he lost control… But now?… He had long since lost consciousness.